• Sixty-six years ago, a young boy wondered, lost and confused, deep in a dark and rather dead forest in the middle of the night. The trees were bare and the ground was black. The lantern the boy had gave of little light, darkness consumed this area. Cold and hungry the boy arrives at a small mansion. One window on the second floor had the flickering of a candle, signs someone may be inside. The young boy nervously knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked harder this time. Still, there was no answer. He stepped back, looked toward the window and yelled, "Hey! Is someone in there? I'm lost and hungry.". Still no one replied. The boy sat at the door thinking that maybe the person inside is asleep and left their candle lit. Suddenly, the boy heard screaming coming from the forest. The boy rose to his feat shaking in fear. The screams began to get louder and louder as if it was coming towards him. He looked up to the window, it was dark. The light was gone. The boy began banging on the door begging for help. The screams where getting louder and louder until they became deafening. The boy turned around and saw a red light heading towards him. He could feel the ground start to shake and the wind was blowing hard. The boy knew he had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, he was trapped. He sat down burying his head in his lap and praying that whatever it was would go away. Suddenly there was silence. The boy looked up slowly and saw rays of sunlight. No mansion, no red light, just dead trees, black grass, and sunlight. By his foot he saw a small wooden boy. He also noticed it was positioned sitting and pointing at something behind the boy. A tree, a living tree, the only thing alive in this forest. The boy walked to the tree and as soon as he touched it he was gone. Then, the tree began to die, the last leaf to fall landing on the wooden boy. The wooden boy arose and walked out of the forest, not once looking back.